---Player Information

Name/Alias: Charlie
Gender: female
Experience: a year to eighteen months
Found: Kitten told me.

---Character Information

Name: Antoinette of Marmist
Age: 19
Birthplace: Marmist
Position: Spy master

History: Toni was born in Marmist. She was not exactly raised to think about becoming a knight. Her father was a strict conservative in the way of gender roles and of the mind that women were to be ladies and make marriages that would be good for their fathers.

Toni spent most of her time with tutors, in the library, or helping her mother out with managing the fief. Toni’s life was suitably boring in a proper lady-like way of course.

So what changes a perfectly obedient daughter into a rebel? For Juliet it was simply love, for Toni it was getting kidnapped by bandits.

Turns out that under the obedience that Toni had spunk, which surprised the bandits, and they even took a liking to her. She took a liking to them to or maybe it was just Stockholm Syndrome either way, she agreed to stay put and act as a bargaining tool so that they might be pardoned.

Turns out that after going through that once, Toni doesn’t like being a pawn. She had a little taste of freedom and was intoxicated with it. It was then and there that she decided to become a knight. Her father screamed, ranted, and threatened to disown her, and that’s when Toni learned another important truth about her family—her father’s family had sold their fief two generations ago to pay off debts. Marmist belonged to mother, and mother alone, which was something that he’d never managed to come to terms with.

So off Toni went to become a page with he mother’s blessing which was far more important to her than her father’s.

I’ll take a break here to tell you what Toni’s good at. Fencing, hand to hand combat, and knife fighting. She’s not good at anything else, she doesn’t even like to ride very much.


At the age of eighteen, just after leaving the chamber of the ordeal, Toni made a horrifying discovery. She didn’t really know herself. So as soon as she was knighted, she scrambled out of town and back to Marmist to reflect, meditate, think, and reevaluate her life. As she was there, she realized that she didn’t want to be a knight. It wasn’t right for her, but one doesn’t just run back to Corus and hand their shield back to the king and say, “Sorry. I screwed up.”

Toni’s mother, Ophelia, was the one who opened up the right occupation to her. Ophelia was one Tortall’s spy masters, and as it turned out it was the perfect job for Toni as she had always had the ability to lose herself in another person’s wants and beings. She’s in Corus now, pretending to still be a knight while her real job is however coordinating and fielding messages and gathering information, and she’s much happier.



Personality: Toni naturally tries to keep people at arms length because she doesn’t want to get hurt. She does tire of solitude every once in awhile and let someone slip past her defenses and get close. Once you are her official buddy, she is fiercely loyal unless you do something that makes Toni question his or her loyalty to her. She will still remain his friend, but her trust in that person has lessened until he prove her wrong. But the side that most people see is cool, unemotional, cynical and sarcastic, but that is merely a defense mechanism that she has adopted to keep herself from getting hurt.

But those who she is comfortable with, know that there is quite a different side to Toni and that few get to see this other side. She is insanely curious which leads to trouble sometimes. She is talkative enjoys both dribble and lengthy discussions on whatever comes to mind. She is intelligent on many fronts street smart and book smart, she is constantly learning and loves it. Her sense of humor still runs along sarcastic and cynical and can be at times a bit morbid. She is adaptive in most situations actually enjoying change every now and then. Toni is a disorganized mess with many things. Her memory for where she put stuff is that of ten seconds. She has great love for observation, watching people, things, whatever.

Toni has the Sight as well, which she adores, so useful. It isn't very strong about as strong as George's, but it's sufficent.

Toni has a phobia to being touched. Shaking hands is not a problem, but pretty much laying a hand on any other body part can send her into arrest, depending on the body part the worse it is. Once a boy pounded her on the back for a job well done causing her to freeze and forget how to breath for a few moments. If she knows a touch is coming, she can mental prep herself to withstand it, but would rather avoid it at all costs.


Physical Appearance:

Toni has a dark and mysterious look about her. Her hair is black and reaches down to just past her shoulder blades. Thick, dry, and curly it’s a stylists worse nightmare. A good hair day for Toni is getting a brush through most of it. She’s given up hoping for anything better and simply braids it out of her way every day. Her skin is light brown with a definite yellow tone to it. A prefect word to describe Toni’s body would be long because most of it is: Long fingers, long toes, long legs, long arms, but her torso’s average, but short looking compared to the rest of her body, giving her a stunted look. She is however curvy and voluptuous.

Her face is heart shaped with high cheekbones. Her eyes are lazy blue-green. A long scar slashes through the middle of her right eyebrow and another slashes through the middle perpendicular and bisecting it. Her nose is low bridged and slightly too long for her face. Her lips are sort of full, but for the most part shapeless.

Sample Post:

Hades crouched on a high branch, partially leaning against the trunk of the tree for support. His leg muscles were beginning to stiffen from staying in one position too long, and he longed to shift into a more comfortable pose but he knew he’d never managed that as silently as he would need to not disrupt anything. His light hair pulled back away from his face and he remained perfectly still. He was stripped bare to the waist, wearing nothing but a pair of pants. He flexed his toes, reveling in the feeling of hard bark under his nearly as hard feet.

Slowly, he heard a stiff lumbering of a large animal. He held his breath and dared to hope that it was something edible that would bring him a good price. He reached back over his shoulder for the quiver of arrows and withdrew one, placing it carefully on the bow.

A bear lumbered into clearing, sniffing around the area evidently in search of it’s own prey. Hades studied and smiled without any joy to it. This was the bear that had been causing problems in town, breaking into storehouses and chickens and just generally causing trouble.

He waited as the bear lumbered around the forest, so he could get a good shot in. With practiced ease, he caught the string in between his fingers and pulled it back---

Just as the bear turned. The arrow bounced off a protecting piece of bone. Hades swore and lay flat down as the bear turned around, searching for where the arrow had come from. Hades notched another arrow and aimed. It was much more important that the bear went down now as it was no longer food and money, it was now a matter of life and deth.

He fired again, the awkward angle of the shot and the back force of the bow sent him tumbling to the ground Out of pure luck the arrow pierce the bear’s side. Hades leapt to his feet, readying his spear in his hand.

The bear took one mighty swipe at him, that Hades blocked, stabbing out with the point, the paw. Hades took a step back and fell. Mentally, Hades swore and tried to get his spear up in time to block the bear’s claws, but the gesture was futile. They rasped along his chest leaving shallow cuts. But it also let him right underneath the bear; he twisted awkwardly and stabbed upward. Screaming in pain the bear reared and pulled back. Hades pulled the spear out of the bear, a terribly squelching sound following. Hades gritted his teeth and stabbed again. This time it cleaved sinew and muscle straight to the heart.

Hades fell back, panting heavily, brushing dirt and sweat from his face. He looked at the wounds on his chest and touched them wincing. Chest heaving, he looked at the looked at the corpse before him. “Well that was fun,” he commented lightly.